© MSK 3-7-2017
I’m not sure how many were born
But only a hundred of them have survived.
Hard to recreate, no need to mourn
Yet every once in a while the pages come alive.
The topics and memories unclear
Faces of friends in shadows now far away.
A million smiles hide the occasional tear
Precious experiences to live another day.
More poetic than the lyrics to my favorite song
Still I can only sit by and watch them fade.
As my heart breaks, it leaps once again
Deeper than the day they were made.
People only live for a short while
Unlike paintings of flowers or Mona Lisa’s Smile.
How complicated can it really be?
I only wanted you to spend your life with me.
One hundred and one now as I reflect
When language and all my fancy words have failed.
Singing songs rich in harmonies
Thoughts, desires and emotions all too thinly vailed
People only live for a short while
Unlike paintings of flowers or Mona Lisa’s Smile.
How complicated does it have to be?
I only want you to spend your life with me.
MidiMike 
Very sweet!
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Hey Mike! I really like your poem, especially the Mona Lisa part. Goo Goo Dolls are doing their summer tour and I got VIP tickets. I get to sit in the 6th row and have a meet and greet! I’m so excited. I keep having imaginary conversations with Johnny in my mind…lol
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Hello! Thanks for the comment. Good to hear you ‘checking in’. Great news on the VIP tickets. I think I saw a quote from him recently about the thousands in the audience singing the lyrics during concerts for their own reasons. Let me know how your conversations go!
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oohhh….that sounds like a good quote. And it makes total sense.
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